Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh Quotes

Thirty two men keep guarding the tongue. Since it keeps a sense, still speaks non sense.

~ Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

She never asked for money, for gifts and priced ones, she always asked me for priceless love that was worth billions, where I failed.

~ Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

It is not to compare Ali and Allah. It is to discuss between tyrant Yazeed and veracity of Hussainiat.

~ Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

When men at forward fail to achieve the goal, they describe the victory lies in defending.

~ Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

Judge me not, by my faithjudge me not, by my religionjudge me not, by my angerthat I may manifest happinesswe all have same desires, hungerjudge me, by those memorieswhen I earned your tearsby the cost of pearls

~ Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

night has enveloped, to give me some reliefnow invisible are walls of separation, and thy griefwhere blood quenches the thirstdisloyalty is faith last and firstis the religion my beloved belongs toI beckoned, red and black robed lady with a wandlet me take her by the handheard of her about sorceryher powers useless, and witch now about to succumbfrom just a gaze of eyes filled with Kohl of Leilamy nights worthless, body breathlessevery moment, feeling restlessbe silent and hear, hear me, my criesdon't forget the promise you sworeI have lost my childhood over youdon't know, how these years left me alonesufferings, separation, theft me aloneI never knew how pain excrutiatessometimes, i enlivened you my dearLove is a blessing, and not a fearin a melancholy cloudy day, I mournglistening eyes, weeping sky, and heart tornI gaze from a window in KashmirFor a moment, condoling the tragedy, sighingIn sombre time, lifeless, as if dying

~ Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

so when asked Who was Prophet's grandson Hussain?I replied :Imbibe in the name of Hussainwith his name comes the blissthough his spring lost in deserts of Iraqhis treasury has yet vacant thresholdraise your hands and ask your wishesin the name of his Baby Dollin her name is Love for Dejectedgenerosity of Hussain extends beyondeven a handful of dust from his gravebeseech to it in the name of Infant AsgharI love to call it Khaak e Shifaheals the incurable wounds of heart.

~ Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh